The Nyro Poems - Majestic - Poem by Warren Falcon
for His Winking Majesty
"Tornado spawn, " he says,
gesturing to ourselves and
"Chapter and verse -
The storm darkens us around."
We take cover from God under a
broad-leaf low-lying rhododendron
hunched over a hand-rolled cigarette
thumbs can touch but not each other.
Shivering every toke all reaches
curtail beneath chaste hail.
In mud gulch, percussive rain on
sheltering leaves, we sing Nyro
(the high notes were easier then)
as frightened of each other as we
are of the gale - the sermons
remain between us unspoken
but for thunder.
Stoned Soul Picnic, Timer, *
calms or tires our terror
now Lear-caged in storm sheer,
odors of tobacco, sweat, of loam,
and lust - hair-wet, heady.
Biblical fear - nostrils flare -
smells pungent, sweet.
Punished flesh leans into ground.
Our roots there
ungrieved and are
Laura of the soulful trills,
how the years have spilled
since Tennessee mountain
torments reigned where he
was once and only a Monday
King after all, a god of
storms chased downhill to
shaken limbs, prophetic stumps
triumphantly singing to leaves.
Majestic, Where are you now?
What of your harlequin shoes
and those suicidal crocuses?
I remain stuck in King James, entangled
in lyrical tongues, Revelation's old virgin.
I stink still of old sweat having long forsaken
those litigious congregations. By Him not
forsaken yet, I've sworn off cigarettes,
a penance long overdue, rather old fears
in onion skins brittle.
thumbs' refrains I
am ill now,
this Nyro song here to calm
praying for another storm...
backyard empty clothesline
one pin down
dips shyly in
I sing to knees now
when did I marry Lonely?
can't recall but fell kid-hard
beyond Manhattan Bridge
sudden heat lightening
a good night with cool rain
old vinyl Nyro
done with song
*Titles of two songs by Laura Nyro
**Laura Nyro (October 18,1947 April 8,1997) is an American composer, lyricist, singer and pianist
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